Matthew Clayton Duve'

11/23/2001 - 5/22/2004

"Little Boy Blue"
by Eugene Field

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch he stands;
The little toy soldier is red with rust
And the musket moulds in his hands.

Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
And toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;

And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue-
Oh! The years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!

Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place-
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face-

And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.

My precious Matthew, Mam's dollbaby and "little rat-tail", Daddy's "little big man", Grandpa's "little cottontail", Grandma's "little doodlebug", Sue's "little scooby", and Sissy's baby brother:

We love you and miss you more than words can ever tell.
All I want to do is get to heaven and hold you in my arms again,
see your angel face smiling at me,
and hear your sweet voice calling me "Mommy".
Watch over us until we can be together for etermity.
Pray it comes soon.
Mama loves you!

Bonnie K. Moore

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